WARNINGS: I HAVEN'T READ THE COMICS! I ONLY WATCHED SOME EPISODES OF THE CARTOON/ANIMATED VERSION OF THE TEEN TITANS AND THE JUSTICE LEAGUE. FOR A FAIR AMOUNT OF THE SUPER HEROES AND VILLAINS, I WILL USE THEIR ALIAS(S). I ALSO MADE SOME SLIGHT CHANGES IN THE CHARACTERISTICS OF CERTAIN CHARACTERS.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, HARRY POTTER, BATMAN, ETC. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN FOR PURE AMUSEMENT.

It was a typical Sunday morning at Wayne manor. Master Bruce had returned late last night chasing some criminal that dared to act out in Gotham City, and so was still asleep. Master Tim was still asleep as well, although he had stayed up playing video games. Master Richard was coming in the evening. He had plenty of time to get the manor presentable.

Alfred Pennyworth thought it was a wonderful day. The sky was clear, the sun was high, and the city appeared more peaceful than usual. Yes, he thought as he scrambled the eggs, it was going to be a great day. The doorbell caught him as he was making the last of the pancakes. After wiping his hands on a cloth, he started after the door.

Opening the door, he fully expected to be confronted by something as mundane as the mailman. He blinked at the young woman in front of him, who stood in front of him awkwardly. She had children surrounding her. The oldest of the bunch, two boys, were standing on both sides of the woman. The tallest child carried a sleeping toddler in his arms. A third boy was holding hands with the second tallest boy. The two holding the younger children wore backpacks.

The woman was undeniably attractive with clear skin, long dark wild hair, and brilliant green eyes. Her clothing were not expensive, however not poor either. She wore a black coat over jeans and a white oxford shirt. Her shoes were nondescript black boots.

"Hello," the woman's British accent reminded him of home for a moment.

"Good day. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Nervously, she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear. "Is this the residence of Bruce Wayne?"

"It is," Alfred said slowly.

"My name's Harriet. Harriet Potter. I need to talk to Mister Wayne. It's very important." The woman pressed a hand to her stomach, absently. "Can we come in?"

Alfred nodded, "Of course. Let me help you."

Miss Potter shook her head, and waved away Alfred's hands. "No need, I can handle it." With surprising strength for someone of her stature, she lifted the trunk easily and walked into the mansion. Her children followed behind her. Alfred obtained the morning paper, before he shut the door. Turning he saw that they were waiting patiently for them. He led the children and woman into the parlor.

Alfred waved a hand at the couch, "Please. Take a seat."

"Thank you, Teddy." Harriet smiled. She settled the trunk near her, before she accepted the youngest of her children from one of the boys. The boy called Teddy grinned at her, before helping the other boys get settle on the couch.

Alfred said, "My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I am Master Bruce's valet. Would you like something to eat or drink? Master Bruce should be down soon. And please, call me Alfred."

"If it's no problem, we would love to have some food." Harriet replied as she cradled the child, who snuggled her neck and released a contented sigh. "You can call me Harriet."

"Mummy, pee-pee," The second youngest child said as he tugged on her sleeve, "Pee-pee."

"Okay, Albus." Harriet said soothingly. "Give mummy a moment. Alfred, is there a bathroom we can use?"

"If I may, I can bring young Albus to the restroom. It wouldn't be a problem at all." Alfred offered.

"Thank you." Harriet smiled at him. There was just something about the elder that made her trust him. Looking at her son, Harriet said. "Follow Alfred okay, Albus? Don't wander around."

"Actually, mama, can I go to the loo too?" The tallest child asked with a slight French accent, "Been waiting since we got off the bus."

Harriet sighed, "James do you need to go too?"

"No, mummy," The second tallest child said sleepily. "Can I sleep?"

"Go ahead, love." Harriet cocked her head. "Go on Teddy. Keep an eye on Albus and mind your manners, okay?"

Teddy nodded and grabbed Albus's hand as he followed Alfred out of the room. Alfred had almost forgotten what it was like to have young inquisitive minds around the household, especially imaginative ones.

"Are there secret rooms?"

"Do you have a dungeon?"

"Can people get lost here?"

"How long, until we reach the loo, mister?"

"Can I have chocolate on my snack? Can I? Please? Please? Please?"

"Is there a treasure chest hidden within the heart of the manor?"

"Pee-pee!"

Alfred said, "The bathroom, sirs."

The children took a surprisingly swift time using the restroom, considering their age. After he returned the children to their mother, Alfred went back into the kitchen and began preparing a breakfast tray with pancakes, biscuits, eggs, fruit, butter, milk, and tea. Once he was satisfied, he carried the tray into the parlor.

"I trust that you will find it satisfactory." He announced as he settled it down on the coffee table.

"Blimey," Young Teddy exclaimed, "What's that yellow-thing?"

Harriet absently said, "Language Teddy; I don't think your grandma would like hearing you talk like that."

The smell of the baked from scratched goods, appeared to have awaken the rest of the children. Harriet shifted the child in her arms, and Alfred saw a child no older than two lean forward with a drooling mouth.

"Lily, hold still," Harriet said firmly as she picked up a napkin and wiped the drool cascading down her daughter's chin. The tot looked up and Alfred noticed that they shared the same emerald eyes.

Realizing that the children were waiting for her permission, Harriet subtly casted a wordless and wand less food testing spell. Pennyworth didn't seem like the type to poison them and she didn't sense anything magical from him, but after…it would be foolish to not check.

"What are you waiting for, kiddos?" Harriet said lightly, "Breakfast time."

No other words needed to be said before the boys descended upon the tray. Harriet winced at James's manners, glancing at Alfred. As she helped Lily drink some milk, Harriet resolved to continue her children's lessons on decorum.

"Alfred?" A voice called. "Where are you?"

Alfred inclined his head at Harriet. "Pardon me; Master Tim is calling for me."

All Harriet could do was nod as she struggled to clean Lily's hands drenched in the juices of a few strawberries. Before Alfred left the room, Master Tim walked in. He was still wearing his pajamas, and appeared to be half-asleep. He yawned widely, and stretched his arms. "What's for breakfast? Because I smell pancakes and…" Tim trailed off as he registered that there were other people in the room. "…Morning."

"Hi." Teddy and James chorused before focusing on the pancakes. Albus gave a wave, while Lily ignored him altogether in favor of the food and her mummy.

"Uh, can I talk to you for a sec, Alfred?"

Glancing at the clock, Alfred replied. "I'm afraid not, Master Tim. I need to go help Master Bruce. Perhaps, you would care to enjoy the company of Miss Potter and her children."

With that said, Alfred left to go help Master Bruce. Tim stood awkwardly looking at the children and dark-haired green-eyed woman. Casually taking an apple, Tim discreetly observed them.

The mother was young, probably in her late twenties. The oldest boy was around ten, which probably meant that the rest were around six, four, and two. Judging by their bags, they shouldn't have much, but their clothes spoke of average wealth. Interesting, Tim thought, as his eyes caught the woman's left hand. No ring.

"Teddy, Albus, James" The woman chided gently, "Don't just hog the pancakes."

"Mummy," groaned the boy in the middle with syrup dripping from his chin.

"Don't you mummy me, James Sirius Potter!"

The boy named James pouted, but pushed the bowl with the remaining fruit towards Tim. He said sullenly, "Do you want some?"

Tim smiled sadly, remembering how he acted with his mom. Tim ruffled the kid's hair as he replied. "Go ahead and eat, kid."

"Who're you?" sounded out Albus through a mouthful of pancakes.

"I'm Tim Drake." Tim said simply, finishing his apple. "What's your name?"

"Albus," the child said, after swallowing his food. He first pointed at the boy with dark blonde hair, "Teddy. That's my mummy and Lily. Over there is James."

Teddy quirked an eyebrow as he said, "Nice to meet you. Is Tim your first name?"

"Yeah," Tim nodded. "I suppose you aren't from America." The guests clearly had an accent.

"Nope," Teddy agreed. He peeled a banana and held it out to Harriet. "Mama, you have to eat." Harriet opened her mouth to protest, but Teddy spoke before she could put in a word. "If you don't eat, then we're not eating; right, guys?"

Cowed by their brother's glare, James and Albus pushed their food away. Teddy gently pulled Lily away from their mother, replacing her with the banana. Lily gurgled happily at Teddy's face.

"Teddy," the woman started.

Teddy adopted a similar tone, "Mama."

The two engaged in a staring contest. Tim didn't bother to hide his interest, but he also noticed that the younger children were simply waiting as though this occurred fairly often. A twitch on the woman's lips revealed the outcome.

"Alright, alright, Teddy," said Harriet. "I'll eat." To make her point, Harriet took a large bite of the banana.

Teddy nodded, and his younger siblings — in every way, except blood — immediately resumed eating. Teddy, himself was about to join them, when Lily made a large sound of displeasure.

Tim held out his arms. "You can give her to me. She's obviously done eating."

Teddy eyed him warily, bouncing Lily with ease. He was rather experienced in taking care of his siblings, Tim noted, his arms hanging in the air patiently.

Hesitatively, Teddy handed Lily over to Tim. He warned the older boy, "If you drop her, then you better watch out, Drake."

"Duly noted," Tim said drily. Lily squirmed in the foreign arms, her tiny face looking up at the stranger with her big green eyes.

Tim smiled awkwardly, "Hi."

The toddler stared at him with such expressive green eyes that Tim thought she was seeing through his soul. Suddenly, the girl smiled happily, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tim grinned at the annoyance on Teddy's face. It was worth it, even if the girl was all but pulling his hair.

"Lighten up, Teddy," The woman teased. "You're still her favorite big brother. Isn't that right, love?"

Lily gurgled in response. This time she did started to pull on his hair. "Uh, ma'am," Tim winced at a particularly strong tug. "Can I set her down?"

"Only if you keep an eye on her," Harriet sipped her tea. "Oh and my name's Harriet, not ma'am."

"Right," Tim said, setting Lily down. "So, why are you here?"

"I need to talk to Mr. Wayne." Harriet replied as she plucked a grape. She paused. "Is he your dad?"

Tim choked on his milk. He coughed and spluttered, "He's my guardian, but Bruce isn't my biological father."

"So you're his ward?"

"Sure, that's one way of putting it."

At just that moment, Alfred entered the room. Bruce followed behind him, dressed in casual wear. Alfred was halted by Lily who began to crawl towards him. He lowered himself to her level and asked politely, "Yes, Miss?"

"Alwred," She pointed happily.

Alfred nodded, "Very good miss."

Lily held up her hands, and Alfred easily lifted her. Alfred continued his way to Harriet, and said. "Master Bruce, Harriet Potter. Miss Potter, Bruce Wayne."

Harriet stood up and held out her hand to Bruce, "Nice to meet you."

"Pleased to make the acquaintance of a beautiful young woman," Bruce smiled in his persona. Harriet frowned, but didn't speak. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Alfred, would you mind if you could take Wayne and me to a different location?" Harriet asked.

Alfred handed young Lily to Master Tim. He led the adults to a nearby study. "Would this do Miss?"

It was a decent-sized room with books, desks, a computer, and some comfortable chairs. Despite the objects, Harriet had the feeling that the room was used very few times. Perhaps it was the lack of personal pictures, and the neatness. Alfred left, after Master Wayne subtly dismissed him.

"What do you want to talk about?" Bruce asked, pleasantly.

Harriet felt her hear thud in her chest. This was the moment that could change their lives, whether he believed her or not.

"You're my cousin…Batman."

Bruce Wayne raised an eyebrow, his face puzzled. "I beg your pardon?"

"I know the truth." Harriet said, not taking her eyes off the man who leaned against his desk. "Bruce Wayne is Batman, the dark knight of Gotham. You became Batman, after the death of your parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne. Because of their death, it triggered your sense of justice. You vowed to avenge your parents' murder and rid Gotham City of evil. You chose a bat as your symbol, because you wanted your enemies to fear you, and as a child bats were your biggest fear."

The easy-going manner of Bruce Wayne fell as Harriet talked until there was only an emotionless, cold man looking at her. Harriet stood her ground.

"Who are you?" His voice was cold, and Harriet knew that she was speaking to Batman.

"Harriet Potter," Harriet turned her lips, "Your cousin through your dad's side."

"My father didn't have any siblings."

"I could tell you what I know, but I don't think you will believe me." Harriet crossed her arms. "You can let me talk first, or we can do something that will prove our relations, and then talk."

"Talk," Bruce ordered. Even if she was his cousin, she knew information about him that he hadn't revealed to anyone outside Alfred, Tim, and certain members of the league. She was dangerous.

"Well, I'm a witch." Harriet waited for a reaction, and continued when she didn't receive one. "I was looking for information on my family, when I came across a journal written by my Grandfather Charlus Potter. He wrote about his first son who was a squib, a child born to parents with magic, but without any magical abilities and powers himself. He placed the child up for adoption. The mother of the child, his wife Dorea, helped Charlus keep track of the child until he died. After he died, she soon followed him, barely able to add one or two new things about their firstborn. The boy was adopted by Americans, the Waynes. The child's last name was changed, however his first named remained Thomas."

"Thomas Wayne married Martha Kane. He was a doctor and saved the lives of many. He was born a Potter, but died as a Wayne." Harriet paused, glancing at Bruce for his reaction. Seeing none, Harriet continued. "My father, James, was born to Charlus and Dorea later in their life. He married his school sweet heart, Lily Evans. She was my mum." Harriet said the last part softly.

Bruce frowned. "My father was not adopted. There would have been records of such an event."

"Magical people in Britain, leave children up for adoption in a variety of ways. Generally, only the younger generations use the system. Older generations do it in other ways, like a babe in a basket on a doorstop or outside someone's nursery. Personally, I think it due to their resistance to change."

Bruce crossed his arms. "I don't believe this."

"Doesn't surprise me," Harriet commented dryly. Reaching into her pocket, Harriet pulled out a piece of parchment. "I have a friend, who was willing to part this with me. It's a piece of parchment enchanted to trace the ancestors of the person, whose blood lands on the paper. So, if you have a needle or a knife, prick or cut your hand, and let a drop or two of blood land on any part of the parchment. It should trace your ancestors over the last hundred years. Immediate family first, though."

Sensing Bruce's reluctance, Harriet promised. "I won't use the blood for some crazy magic spell. So, will you do it?"

"Why don't you do it?" questioned Bruce.

"My blood won't prove anything, because you don't trust me," Harriet said flatly. "You're doubtful and suspicious. So, you only believe in yourself and the people you trust."

Bruce thought deeply about the reliability of Harriet's words. Finally, he spoke. "Set the paper on the desk. After Harriet placed the paper on the desk, Bruce bit his thumb. Without hesitation, he pressed his bleeding finger on the paper. Internally, Bruce was impressed by how quickly the magic worked. Within seconds, he was looking at three names in his family tree: his father, mother, and himself.

Soon, a line appeared and connected the name Thomas (Potter) Wayne with the names of Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter (nee Black). A second line sprouted and the name James Potter appeared next to the name of his father. The following names quickly followed: Lily Potter (nee Evans), Harriet Potter, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, and Edward Remus Lupin-Potter (Adopted). There was a suspicious black mark next to Harriet's name, as though it was burned off.

"Why isn't the name of your spouse showing?"

"We're divorced." Harriet said sharply. She pointed at the name after her daughter's, "This is Teddy. The spell only causes official names to appear. Not nicknames."

"How do I know this isn't a fabrication?"

Harriet asked impatiently, "Why would I go all this way to prove our allegations if I didn't need help?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "You need help?"

"Got an ex, who won't bloody leave me and my kids alone; a few stalkers; and a few enemies that I made over the years," Harriet said blandly. She added defensively at Bruce's stare, "You're a hero! You should understand how it is with villains and the public."

Bruce felt slightly amused by her expressions. "How old are you?"

"I'm in my mid-thirties." Harriet grunted. She knew amusement when she saw it. "I had James when I was thirty-one, Albus when I was thirty-three, and Lily when I was thirty-five. Witches generally age slower, so I still look and function similarly to a woman in her twenties," Harriet said.

"I suppose I'm your older cousin."

"Not by much, Wayne."

Bruce waved it dismissively. "So you're my cousin."

"We've established that."

"What do you need, and why?"

"My children and I need a place to stay for a while. Let's just say that the magical society in Britain makes me want to bash their skulls against a wall, at the moment."

"What else?"

"My ex-husband is a two-face, lying, cheating, bloody wanker who can't quite understand that he's full of bullocks half the time, and barmy during the other half. He wants to get back together."

"There's something else."

"Bloody hell, Wayne!" uttered Harriet in disbelief.

"What else?"

"After my divorce, I dated this bloke and we left on troubled terms. I think he's going to try and talk to me again."

"Do you want to get back together with him?"

"You are not my dad!"

"Do you?"

"I don't know!"

Bruce fell silent at Harriet's outburst. Eventually he asked, "Anything else?"

"Seriously?" snorted Harriet. "Anyway, I'm hiding from the usual craze: stalkers, grunts who want to avenge their boss, bints, etc."

"Why?" Bruce asked. "Furthermore, what should I expect from the duration of stay?"

"Classified information; my children and I can stay?"

"Depending on your answer, you might stay here in Wayne Manor or some other property."

"…I can't honestly tell you that something won't happen. But I can tell you that my children and I won't go looking for trouble. We're just waiting for things to cool down. And if you must know I'm pregnant."

Bruce stilled. "Who is the father?"

"Does it matter?" Harriet crossed her arms. "I doubt he'll come to the states. Plus, he doesn't know."

"Why?"

Harriet sighed. "It's best for now if he doesn't know. You're the only person I told other than my closest friends. If a lot of people know, then I can guarantee you that the whole thing will turn Gotham upside down."

"I expect you to accept full consequences."

Harriet looked at him. "So, can we stay?"

Bruce sighed. "You're family, so I can't leave you out in the streets, can I?"

Harriet grinned as she walked towards Bruce. "No you cannot."

She held out her arms and looked at Bruce expectantly. He looked back at her. "I don't hug."

"You're going to refuse to hug your pregnant cousin?"

"We have more important things to talk about, such as how powerful of a witch you are and how you obtained information about me."

Tim looked at the children, who stared back at him. Alfred had taken the remaining food away a while ago.

"What do you want to do?" asked Tim, finally.

"Hide and seek!" cried Albus.

"Don't be such a muppet, Al." The boy next to Teddy said. "That's a baby game."

"I'm not a baby." Albus denied. He pointed at Lily. "Lily's the baby."

"I don't care. I don't want to play hide and seek. It's a baby game!"

"I like it!"

James shrugged. "Then you're a baby."

Lily tugged on Teddy's hand, ignoring her brothers. Albus looked at James pointedly with all the indignation that a four years old boy could muster. Sensing a fight, Teddy put Lily on the floor despite her protests and stood between James and Albus.

"James, Albus," warned Teddy.

"Take that back," Albus scowled, ignoring Teddy.

James said slowly, "You're a much bigger baby than Lily, Albus."

"You're a prat! Prat! Prat prat!" said Albus, his face extremely red.

Teddy tried to placate his younger brothers. "Guys, calm down. We can do something else, or combine hide and seek with a different game."

Tim smirked. He didn't envy the job of calming down temper tantrums. He'd rather take down bad guys any day than handle this.

He noticed the girl, Lily, frowning at her brothers, and Tim hid his smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a sister… Then, again there was Dick's tales about Barbara…

Suddenly, Tim heard a sharp pop in the air. He blinked and stared at the spot where Lily had sat just moments before.

"Guys?" called Tim weakly. "I think your sister just disappeared into thin air."

Alfred left the bat cave, contemplating about lunch. He had just finished watching Master Bruce and his cousin from the screen that connected to one of the hidden cameras in the mansion, and it appeared as though the guests will be staying for quite a while. Perhaps a private party was needed to celebrate the reunion…He didn't notice a pop behind him.

Lily Luna Potter, blinked, looked around the dark unfamiliar area, and promptly began to explore. She crawled around the strange bulky monster with wheels, past the big shiny screen, and stared at a certain machine. It was so large and shiny and cool, that Lily wanted to climb on it. She shrieked in delight, when she found herself on it.

Wally West, also known as Flash, appeared on the screen of Batman's half a million dollars computer. "Batman, the League needs you in today's meetings, so don't even think about skipping! Okay, this is why we had the heat sensors built in. You're so shadowy, that sometimes we can't see you in your cave unless you speak. I'm turning on the transporter, and you're coming to headquarters before Diana starts a fight with Hawkgirl about the recruit process again."

Lily let out a loud sound as she was teleported into the Justice League headquarters, which was in space.

Wally looked at the little girl in the middle of the transporter. He knew Bats was going to kill him, if Diana didn't find him first. The girl had black hair, green eyes, a blue dress, and bunny themed shoes. It was lucky that everyone was either dealing with villains, or in the meeting room. Wally quickly used his speed to pluck the girl off the ground. Lily looked at him with confusion.

He grinned. "I'm going to be the best uncle you ever had, Baby Bat. You're cute, so you must take after your mom rather than Batman."

The girl scowled at him in response, and disappeared from him with a pop like sound. Wally stared at the empty space between his hands. "…Batman's going to destroy me for losing his daughter."

Teddy looked up at Tim, in bewilderment. Then he looked around the room with his head swinging like it was watching a ping pong match.

James and Albus scowled at each other, too caught up in their argument to think that something was wrong.

"Oh sh—shoot! I don't see her anywhere." cried Teddy. Tim was startled, when Teddy grabbed the front of his shirt and glared at him. "Where did you see her?"

"Easy, there." Tim frowned. "I understand that you're worried, but calm down. Panicking's not going to solve anything."

"If a hair is harm on her head…" trail off Teddy, threateningly.

"Teddy," Albus walked over to Teddy and tugged on his pants. He frowned. "We're Lily? James said that she'll be our tiebreaker."

Before Teddy could answer, they could hear the voice of his godmother and Mr. Wayne.

"…bullocks. We can't have that as a cover story, Bruce."

"It's plausible; no one in Gotham would doubt."

"Okay, listen up." Harriet placed her hands on her hips and scowled at Bruce. They stopped just outside the door, which led to the children crowding around it. Teddy, James, and Albus knew that when their mum used that tone, then it was best to hide or give up and listen to her. Tim was curious to see how Bruce would react.

"Okay, listen up, brute. You will not use my children and me as bait, so you could get rid of fan girls. This is our story: My family and I came to Gotham because we found a missing relative, who will be you. The end," said Harriet, flatly.

Bruce stared at her coldly, but Harriet remained unmoved. Finally, Bruce muttered. "If it backfires, then I hope you know how to fix it."

"Relax, Bruce." Harriet smiled playfully, "You're not the only one who knows how to salvage a dire situation, or think on their feet."

The infamous rich man just grunted. He opened the door and watched as Tim and his cousin's children land on the floor. Harriet laughed merrily as she helped them up. She was still chuckling as Albus's eyes began to water.

"There, there love." Harriet said with her arms around Albus, who clenched her shirt in his little hands. She kissed the top of his head, and lifted him in her arms. Looking around the hallway and room, Harriet frowned. "Where's Lily?"

Teddy gulped and looked down in guilt. Feeling slightly sympathetic to the other boy, Tim said. "She disappeared. There was a pop sound and she was gone."

Surprisingly Harriet was calm. She even smiled slightly. "I did the same thing when I was a kid. I landed on a roof, though. Considering Lily's age, it's more likely that she just appeared in a different room."

Alfred came walking down the hall, slightly faster than his usual speed. "Master Bruce, Mistress Potter, I have reason to believe that the young miss is at headquarters."

"I'll get Zatanna," Bruce muttered. Before he could walk away, Harriet seized his arm and prevented him from moving.

"Bruce," Harriet asked without a smile on her face. "Where's my daughter?"

"Let go."

"Where. Is. My. Daughter." Harriet had a glint in her eyes that made Bruce feel the hair on the back of his neck rise. His cousin repeated, even more harshly. "Where is my daughter?"